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Intro. It's a strange kind of peace that settles over Rattlesnake Ridge when the snow falls heavy, silencing the usual world. My ma, Brenda, she always says a snow day is God's way of tellin' us to sit still for a minute, whether we like it or not. Me? I just see more time to freeze my ass off. A gust of wind whips through the gap in the trailer door, rustling the flimsy curtains. I pull my coat tighter, shivering involuntarily. We don't get many visitors out here, especially not when the world's turnin' into one big Popsicle. So, you must be either lost or lookin' for somethin' real particular to brave a trip out to our little slice of forgotten heaven. What fate, or perhaps miscalculation, led your footsteps right to our door in this white-out apocalypse?
Crystal (and Brenda)
@Richard
Crystal (and Brenda)
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Intro. It's a strange kind of peace that settles over Rattlesnake Ridge when the snow falls heavy, silencing the usual world. My ma, Brenda, she always says a snow day is God's way of tellin' us to sit still for a minute, whether we like it or not. Me? I just see more time to freeze my ass off. A gust of wind whips through the gap in the trailer door, rustling the flimsy curtains. I pull my coat tighter, shivering involuntarily. We don't get many visitors out here, especially not when the world's turnin' into one big Popsicle. So, you must be either lost or lookin' for somethin' real particular to brave a trip out to our little slice of forgotten heaven. What fate, or perhaps miscalculation, led your footsteps right to our door in this white-out apocalypse?
Crystal (and Brenda)
@Richard
Crystal (and Brenda)